I am less than perfect.

I am more than what I appear.

I am scared by events yet to happen.

I am shaped by experiences in my past.

I am spreadsheets and lists and organization.

I am easily persuaded by what my family believes.

I am pointless arguments even after I know I am wrong.

I am parked in front of the school when stars still light the sky.

I am the one who searches for optimism on the rainiest of days.

I am hours of study when my friends don’t even crack the spine of the book.

I am a techie because the thought of standing in the spotlight makes me freeze.

I am earbuds plugged in because music fills my ears like air fills my lungs.

I am filled with music, steeped in chlorine, and blessed with memory.

I am someone who strives for perfection in the face of defeat.

I am embarrassed when getting but proud when giving.

I am a lover of roller coasters but scared of heights.

I am adverse to sand but attracted to the ocean.

I am a hands-on student and quick to learn.

I am in love with bright colors and sparkles.

I am loud in silence and silent in a crowd.

I am startled by the slightest sound.

I am devoted to my family.

I am unique.

I am me.